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He raised their clasped hands and said, "In this life, I will marry Xi'er." Every word he said was powerful. "We will have children and travel the vast lands of Daqing together..."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty." Jing Chunxi suddenly spoke in a clear voice, "Xi'er will always be with Brother Xiaokang." She felt Xu Zize's hand suddenly tighten, "If he doesn't leave, I won't abandon him either."

Before he finished speaking, the green smoke from the incense burner suddenly came like a winding dragon and hovered over their heads.

This time, Jing Chunxi took the initiative to shake Xu Zize's hand. They placed their hands together on the cushion and bowed down together.

When her forehead touched the back of her hand, she suddenly felt a breeze blowing across her hair, and the remaining hesitation disappeared in an instant like morning dew meeting the rising sun.

She closed her eyes, feeling as if she was in the clouds, and even the sound of chanting around her gradually faded away.

After an unknown amount of time, the elderly voice of Master Huitong was heard: "Alright, children, get up."

Jing Chunxi opened his eyes and saw the old monk's back walking to the door. His gray monk's robe flashed at the threshold and then disappeared in the sunlight. The snow-white peach blossoms outside the courtyard were scattered all over the ground.

She turned her head and met Xu Zize's gaze.

His deep brows were filled with a smile, like the shimmering surface of a spring lake reflecting the warm sun. His eyes, always calm and sharp, now curved into a gentle arc, with fine lines appearing at the corners, and the love in them almost overflowing.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, not the restrained and polite smile of the past, but a joy that came from the heart and was a bit youthful.

He looked at her, as if everything in the world had faded of its color, and only she was alive and bright.

He called softly, "Xier..." His voice was so soft as if he was afraid to disturb the tranquility of the moment, but it was also heavy with affection.

Jing Chunxi's heartbeat suddenly quickened. His gaze was too intense, as if he wanted to carve her into his bones and blood, focused and devout.

She could even see her own reflection in his pupils—small, clear, and completely contained in his eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against her temples, smoothing down her wind-torn hair. His movements were delicate, as if he were handling a rare treasure. His fingertips were warm, and as they brushed against her ear, they brought a subtle tingling sensation.

He whispered, "Brother has remembered everything Xi'er said just now." After a pause, he added, "I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, as if he was suppressing surging emotions, but it also revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Jing Chunxi suddenly felt that even if the sky fell and the earth broke apart at this moment, he would still look at her like this, with such eyes and such a smile, and engrave her firmly in his heart.

The crowd was not very interested in the following tour.

All we saw along the way were the desolate scenes of the people after they had suffered devastation. Many villages were deserted and there were few people to be seen.

On the newly built grave in the field, a white flag fluttered weakly in the wind.

However, after just two days, everyone decided to return.

A Yue, who is already a grown-up and can no longer remember the tragic situation in Jiujiang County in the past, leaned against the car window, looking at the barren fields and ruined villages outside, with confusion on his young face.

She pointed to a new grave in the distance and whispered, "Sister, why did so many people die?"

When Xiaoyu heard this, her eyes turned red. She turned her face away and covered her mouth. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears silently slipped through her fingers. Aunt Wei gently pressed her into her arms.

Ah Heng pursed his lips tightly, his fists were clenched white, and his knuckles were blue.

Suddenly, he turned to Aunt Wei, who was frowning, and said in a firm and clear voice, "Mother, I will work harder to pass the imperial examinations and become a good official like my father. I will never let the people suffer like this again!"

Aunt Wei was stunned for a moment, then she reached out and touched the top of his head. Looking at her son who was obviously more mature than other children, her eyes were filled with both relief and heartache.

The convoy slowly drove into the city gate, and the gloomy atmosphere enveloped everyone and still did not dissipate.

At this moment, a clear sound of reading came from the academy on the side of the road. The tender voices of children recited the articles of sages in an orderly manner, like a wisp of spring breeze, slightly dispelling the haze in my heart.

"Xier, listen." Xu Zize's voice came from outside the carriage, with a bit of lightness.

Ah Yue couldn't wait to lift the curtain of the carriage, and everyone listened attentively. At first, there was only the faint sound of playing, but gradually, the clear singing of children became clearer.

"The wise ruler sits on the throne, and his benevolent government benefits all directions."

"The eldest prince is coming to Jiangnan to save us from the sea of ​​suffering~"

"Miss Jing is very kind-hearted. She treats illnesses and provides food."

"The great general is so majestic, he kills the enemies and protects his hometown~"

"The Governor of Jiangnan took office, and things changed immediately~"

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The ballad was simple and cheerful, singing about the wisdom of the current emperor, praising the kindness of the eldest prince who visited the disaster area in person, praising Jing Chunxi's kindness in saving people, and the bravery of the Jing family army in expelling the Tartars. It also expressed satisfaction and admiration for the new officials. Every word revealed the people's most sincere gratitude.

Jing Chunxi was stunned. She had never thought that her name would be made into a song and sung.

Xu Zize rode his horse closer to the window, a gentle smile in his eyes. "Did you hear that? The people will remember Xi'er." His voice was soft, but every word was clear. "This is true merit."

A breeze blew by, and the singing drifted through the streets of early summer. The willow branches on the roadside were lush and green.

In the distance, several children were holding hands and spinning in a circle, playing and singing a newly made ballad. Their clear laughter carried far, far away on the wind...

The date for returning to Beijing was set for three days later. Aunt Wei was extremely busy these days, taking Chuyi, Zhengyue, Chuntao, Tangshuang, Qiyue and others out to buy gifts for returning to Beijing.

Only Xiaoyu and Ayue were left by Jing Chunxi's side, and Jiuyue was guarding in the dark.

Perhaps because of the days of running around, Jing Chunxi felt sore in his waist and legs, and a dull pain in his forehead.

When she returned to the room, she wanted to lie down and rest, but when she looked at Xiaoyu playing carefree, she thought of the three people who were going to stay in the Xiao family - Xiaoyu was still unaware of it, and her heart couldn't help feeling heavy.

She rubbed her swollen temples and whispered, "Xiaoyu, I want to sleep for a while. You guys go play first. When the cook lights the fire, come over. I have something to tell you."

She's just a kid, so even if you tell her, she might not understand. It's more direct to look at the smoke coming out of the kitchen chimney.

Xiaoyu nodded obediently: "I understand, Miss, take a good rest!" After that, she pulled Ayue and ran out happily.

Jing Chunxi took off her hairpin and took out the ruby ​​dagger from her boot. She stroked the blade with her fingertips and played with it for a while, then gradually felt sleepy.

She casually placed the dagger at her side, placed her hands on the edge of the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.